An open voxel wilderness RPG where you're dropped at the gate of Hearthfield with nothing and must survive. Momentum-based combat with weapon-defining kits (sword, axe, hammer, bow, fire staff and more), dodge rolls, gliders and wall-climbing across fourteen biomes, procedurally generated towns with quests, and dungeons that end in a boss floor — all through a day/night cycle and six kinds of weather. Craft, level a skill tree, and share one seeded world with friends via Paean rooms.
Same-screen co-op: Bun the Shiba blade-and-board Warden teams up with Money the armored shield-charging Cat. Pick your fighters from a voxel animal roster — Bun / Fox / Rabbit on the blade, Money / Panda / Penguin on the guard — then face the slime tide plus feral wolves and boars. Fixed no-shake steady-cam, motion-sickness friendly. Left half steers one hero, right half the other; attacks are automatic, and level-ups auto-pick after 6s for idle players. 17-species bestiary, wood-to-crystal forge paths, meme bark/meow voices. Bot-proven winnable in test/sim.mjs.
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Something in the community is always broken. A streetlight dies, a main splits, a boiler gives up — and a warning beacon rises where it happened. You are the one person who answers. Walk over, diagnose it, open it up, fix it, test it, get paid. Do that often enough and you stop being a person with a toolbox and start being a company: hire technicians who jog to their own callouts, watch the works yard grow a van, a workshop and a citywide dispatch mast, and keep living in the town you keep running — its cafes, its neighbours, its koi pond, its sky islands.
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A cozy voxel town you can live in — and now race, fly and sail across. Walk into thirty-five buildings, meet neighbours with schedules and memories, buy and trade homes on a live shared street. Then: PAW SPEEDWAY, a kart circuit with tyre walls and a pit lane; THE HIGH SHOALS, islands in a cloud sea crossed by hang-glider on rising thermals; and the SHIBA REGATTA, buoy racing where the swell itself pushes your hull. Storms blow in off the sea — and the thunder arrives late, seconds behind its own lightning.
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